The Devil Within || The Boy

seven; please, don't bite

"Brahms!" I let out a breath from the mini heart attack he gave me. He stood staring at me. At the moment I realized how his clothes really were stained and brought an oder to him. "I'm guessing you've finished your lunch? It'll be getting dark soon. So how about we take you a bath? How does that sound?" I ask him gently trying not to upset him.

I was still a bit scared of him. Anything could've triggered him to upset him. That's the last thing I wanted to do at the moment.

He slowly nodded his head. He moves to the side letting me pass through. I head to the bathroom with him following behind.

I turned the faucet on to where warm water came streaming down. I turn back facing him. I had panicked in my head once I realized he had to be undressed - am I supposed to bathe him?

He continued to stand there watching me. "Do you want me to leave?" I ask feeling an idiot  asking that for some reason. He shakes head to the side. "Would you like me to help you get cleaned up?" I ask him feeling my face heat up, knowing my cheeks had probably turned to a light shade of pink in embarrassment.

He had nodded his head, still staring at me and watching my every move.

I take a gulp as I began slipping his light sweater off. Next was his thin stained shirt. "How about you undress the rest, while I go get another towel for you? ok?" I tell him just so I could get out of that situation. Just as I was walking away I am pulled back slightly back from a tight grip on my arm. I turn around to Brahms with a look of confusion and a feeling of slightly terrified. "I'm just going to storage closet in the hallway. I'm not leaving Brahms." I tell him trying reassure him. He stares at me for a minute before slowly letting go. I walk out the room and to the closet. It was only a few feet away so it didn't even take a minute to get a towel from there.

As I came back, he had just slipped off his pants and turned towards the bathtub. I jump slightly and looked up away from the sight. It's not like I've never seen a naked man before but this was a weird situation for me, he was my childhood best friend who was dead - plus the state he was in and I was didn't help, such as finding out he was alive. I shake my head trying to just stop thinking of it for now.

He had stepped into the bathtub while I had went to turned off the faucet. I let out a sigh as he faced the wall. I had so many questions in my head that I was dying to know but I knew I had to be patient.

I grabbed the plastic cup (which I've always had in my bathroom), and began pouring water down his back. I had my loofa and the bar of soap and began rubbing them together.

I couldn't help but to start humming a certain song that seemed to have appeared in my head. "But, please don't bite." I had sang lowly, as I brought loofa up and down his back - now covering it with soap.

I had also brought his arm up, washing off of what it seemed to be dirt. As I did to the other, I realized he still had his mask on - how will I be able to wash his hair or face?

"Brahms, I need you take off the mask." I tell him but he stays still and silent. I could take it off myself except, that the last time I tried to do that - it didn't end so well.

"I have to wash your hair and face." I tell him once again. It was frustrating - he first attacks me in my home yet he doesn't even let me get him cleaned up? What was up the mask anyway? I don't see why he wears it, it's creepy.

"Fine, you can bathe yourself then." I told him letting out a scoff as I throw the loofa into the water.

Just as I was getting up from my knees, there was tight hold on my arm not letting me move any farther. It's was Brahms, "let go." I tell him but he doesn't. He doesn't let go until I am seated on the edge of the tub. I was very tempted to just run out the bathroom, but I didn't want the events that happened earlier, to happen again.

I let out a sigh. "Well you have to wash your hair, how about I turn around and you can wash it yourself? Would you be comfortable with that?" I see him nod slowly. I close the toilet lid and sit facing away from him.

"The blind eye of the storm." I continued to sing and hum the song that was stuck in my head. I could hear water droplets as I am guessing him taking off the mask. I was going to figure this all out. I just need time to adjust and time with him.

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an; srry it's been a while, I've been so busy with work and I also had writers block but I finally I've been thinking and came up with ideas for future chapters. I don't want to stop writing for this book especially when I still get notifications for votes, comments, and list. Thank you btw to those who's do all of those, i appreciate it so much.